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The Cryers Song of Cheape-side.

14.

O yes, O yes, O yes,
If any one at fifteene, hath taken vp and found
A pretie, pretie thing, that hath her maiden head vnbound.
If any gallant haue with Cater-tray,
Play'd the wise Aker, and made all away,
Let him come to the Crier,
There will bee laide a thousand pound to tenne,
That none, (of these) will ere bee had againe.


O yes, O yes,
If note or line, or word be here let fall,
That giues, to any man the taste of Gall,
Let him come to the Cryer,
I will lay my lips to a fat shrouing Hen,
That none of these will be had againe,
For this I say and likewise I protest,
No arrowes here at shot at any brest,
But all are well come to my musicke feast